Luyện nghe bài hát Murder, Murder, Murder

[Monoxide
First I my escape.
on papes and live the scene without a trace.
I'm lookin in her face.
But she see me Im unoticed.
I head to her window for better focus.
Pokus!
I see the door serve light, I let in.
Head full of room with plans of and mayhem.
she go, there that bitch lay.
Livin on this to my dismay.
TO PAY!
Palms are sweaty im to vomit.
I grabbed the knife my belt and jab it in her stomach.
Again and again, now she's screamin I care.
But I could give a fuck less before she dies I her by her blood
hair.
And her shits gonna be allright on my end.
Im glad it happened this way, back in my daughters again.
it a shame?
That it to this.
Life on except for one less bitch.
it trip?

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Murder Murder Murder. You heard of it.
in reverse. Bodies in the hurse.
Now your lifes goin because we you to die.
Time to kiss ass goodbye!
ask why.

[Jamie
It was Tuesday 24, 97.
Time on the 1:11.
Thinkin bout somebody to heaven.
On the crossroads of faith of a lies in my hands.
I suppose, know im dark clothes.
on the sidestreet.
out the scenary.
Make sure aint nobody me.
As I move to the of the stolen car.
Up to the back door the crowbar.
So far the fullproof.
All from the booth.
Got the machine.
on the scene.
Kick in the backdoor,
for the family dog, thor!
Kicked him in jaw the workboots.
Knocked a teeth loose.
Smacked him in the mouth with my duce duce.
I smile!
Break his neck and him piss on kitchen tile.
liked him since the day he try to play me foul.
Tried to me, stab a stake knife in his head.
So for that mans best friend.
Know Im all up in the in the bedroom masterbatin.
Cumin on the sheets and cases.
that bitch, shes just a kunt.
And her mother's but a slut.
Cant wait to her mouth shut.
she returns home from work.
Nice blouse, shirt.
attire.
For hooker for hire.
Throw the keys on the table baby are you home.
Didnt Bones.
alone.
And shes reachin for the telephone, to the police.
Strangled the cord, now deceased.
In a of a suffication.
fucked up for demonstration.
Let em I know im many faces.
Now dead in the closet.
Hangin out with all the clothes.
In the struggle suffered a nose.
But im though.
As I to the bathroom to wash my hands.
Its all of the plan.
think you understand, SEE!

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